
Ahoy, squirts! Quint here with today’s installment of A Movie A Day.
[For those now joining us, A Movie A Day is my attempt at filling in gaps in my film knowledge. My DVD collection is thousands strong, many of them films I haven’t seen yet, but picked up as I scoured used DVD stores. Each day I’ll pull a previously unseen film from my collection or from my DVR and discuss it here. Each movie will have some sort of connection to the one before it, be it cast or crew member.]
If you thought yesterday’s Sean S. Cunningman thriller by way of John Hughes movie THE NEW KIDS was about as ‘80s as you can get then you’re in for a surprise with today’s broad comedy SERIAL.
Which is odd because THE NEW KIDS was made smack dab in the middle of the decade, whereas SERIAL kicked it off. Hell, it was shot in 1979, but I think that transitional time is what I most closely associate with the ‘80s.
The late ‘80s was where I began really interacting with society, so I have a lot of fond memories of that time, but my earliest memories are what I saw in SERIAL. The ugly-ass brown wood architecture especially. What a drab color palate that era had, especially coming off of the crazy multi-colored ‘60s and early ‘70s.
It also helps that this film is set in and around Mill Valley and San Francisco. I grew up just south of San Fran, not moving to Austin until the early ‘90s, so all the foliage, buildings and style were in my earliest memories on this earth.
SERIAL is a comedy, but one that’s aiming to be biting satire. The focus is on the new age/hippie ridiculousness, with a special fuck you to cults of the era. Martin Mull plays Harvey, a businessman who is patiently trying to put up with his wife’s indulgence in New Age spirituality (sparked by her crazy friends, especially Sally Kellerman’s Martha).

What’s interesting about this character is he’s nearly alone in his straight-thinking. He’s the sane head in a town of insane people. His only ally is Bill Macy’s Sam Stone, who is, in fact more of a regular guy than even Mull. Macy scolds Mull in the first scene we see them in because Mull isn’t allowed to drive his car to meet the ferry that takes him into the city. His wife won’t let him, making him ride a bike… in his business suit… amongst about 2 dozen other men in business suits and helmets.
Macy gives him shit for it, and rubs the fact that he can eat a hamburger into Mull’s face.
Mull’s Harvey’s job is standard 9 to 5 office shit and he just can’t get a leg up. In fact, he goes to see the big boss, played by the great Christopher Lee, who is about the polar opposite of the New Agey township of Mill Valley, calling Mull a loser because his age has surpassed his yearly salary. If Mull let that happen, he’s not worthy of being promoted, essentially.
What we come to find is that everybody has a ridiculous side, an escape. The people the film criticizes aren’t people who believe in weird shit, who let loose once in a while and indulge their inner freak. No, that’s everybody. What the movie does make a statement about is the people who over-indulge, who get lost in that, losing sight of reality… taking a dip off the deep end.
That’s what is happening around Mull. His wife is falling in with people who don’t get married, who only seem to get divorced… and then have togetherness ceremonies, presided over a guy called Reverend Spike (played perfectly by Tom Smothers) who joins in on the kiss at the end, then asks for the check.
The lovely Tuesday Weld (PRETTY POISON and ONCE UPON A TIME IN AMERICA) plays Mull’s wife and she acts as the catalyst for putting Mull into a tailspin. Her actions directly leads to their daughter joining a Hare Krishna-like love cult which in turn results in splitting up her marriage.

That’s when we get to see Mull indulge his inner-freak, hooking up with a busty ditzy supermarket sexpot and joining orgies with his secretary. At the same time he witnesses his only compatriot, Bill Macy, lose his independent spirit and, ultimately his soul. The light goes out, his very reason for living is extinguished.
Those two things combined give Mull the strength to stand up to the bullshit, call out these pretentious ass-nozzles and take an active role in his life.
Now, upon first viewing I thought the movie was okay until the last 25 minutes, which really kicks the satire into high gear… It’s watching Mull take control of his life, finding out Christopher Lee’s “secret form of expression,” and watching the house of cards being demolished. That’s when the movie gelled for me.
Upon writing this review and reflecting on what the movie is actually about, I’ve gained even more respect for it. I don’t think it’s the best made movie in the world, but it’s unapologetically its own thing. The satire is still biting today, even though the material and actions being satirized are very much dated. I think that’s because pretentiousness isn’t locked into one particular era.
Final Thoughts: The filmmaking isn’t great, but Mull does a fine job carrying this film with the support of a lot of likable people, including a fascinating turn by Christopher Lee. Who doesn’t like making fun of crystal worshipping loopy New Age nutters? Especially from the late ‘70s.

Here are the final run of A Movie A Day titles:
Wednesday, December 31st: THE PRIVATE LIFE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES (1970)

Thursday, January 1st: IRMA LA DOUCE (1963)

Friday, January 2nd: THE PRISONER OF SECOND AVENUE (1974)

Saturday, January 3rd: THE GOODBYE GIRL (1977)

Sunday, January 4th: LOST IN YONKERS (1993)

Monday, January 5th: THE SUNSHINE BOYS (1975)

Tuesday, January 6th: CALIFORNIA SUITE (1978)

Wednesday, January 7th: A BRIDGE TOO FAR (1977)

Next up we follow the man, the myth, the f'n legend Christopher Lee over to Billy Wilder's THE PRIVATE LIFE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES where he plays Sherlock's more brilliant brother, Mycroft. See you for that one!
-Quint
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